Sorrow and regret

For the first time in the last day, Becky had some time alone, just by herself. She tried to digest what had happened to her life, or at least rationalize the recent events. She had been about to have sed with Zack Robinson, an absolute piece of shit known for literally trying to fuck every girl to pass under his eyes. The day before, she had sex with Mark, one of the guys who had made her life a complete hell in the past years. And right then, there she was, alone in the school toilet, having skipped classes and with no friend in sight to help her.

"Shut up Becky. Forget all of this. Didn't you like Zack's cock in your hands? Didn't you like his things inside you?"

Yes, she had truly loved that sensation. The feeling of being filled, the constant sense of building up and the sheer sexual energy she was absorbing.

"Yeah... Remember, your transformation is far from finished. You just need a little bit more of energy and..."

Becky looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was crying, but her tears did not have any effect on her black eyes or perfect dark lipstick. That blackness had become part of her, her very soul was black now.

-And this... This is all your fault! You've ruined my life! You don't listen to me! You're trying to turn me in your puppet! -

Becky took the book away from her backpack. All in all it didn't look too different from a normal book. She wanted to burn it, throw it away or see it sunk in the deeps of the ocean, but she still lacked the willpower to do so.

She needed a friend, someone to speak with, who could understand he. She looked at her phone and saw a message from Danny.